Sheng Tang ate, quickly washed up, and went to sleep.
She and Gu Jiahui were in two separate sleeping bags.
Regarding that brief kiss on the lips, Sheng Tang felt nothing, just like when she was acting during the day.
Speaking of it, she might seem a bit cold-hearted.
But Gu Jiahui couldn't sleep.
The next day, Gu Jiahui bid farewell to the director and producer, saying he had business at the company and needed to leave first.
"...Let me know when you're heading home, and I'll send someone to pick you up," said Gu Jiahui.
Sheng Tang: "No need, I'll take a private jet back when it's time."
Gu Jiahui paused, then nodded: "That's fine, take care of your acting."
He left first.
The onlookers were quite disappointed.
"Is that it?"
"Did he just leave after coming? But that Mr. Gu is still here, why did President Gu leave first?"
"He didn't even quarrel with Sheng Tang."
Gu Jiahui's departure dispelled all the rumors within the crew.
